Trapped in Neon Gravity

. Yeah, you feel that? Let's go. Static in the

carpet, friction in the air. I'm catching every headlight,

I'm throwing back the glare. The clock is just a number, the walls are

getting thin. I'm leaning on the rhythm, just let the night begin.

One touch and the sparks start flying. No use in even trying to

fight it. The floor is pulling us under, like a rolling summer thunder.

We're caught in neon gravity, spinning in a technicolor dream. Lost in

electricity, everything is louder than it seems. Don't look down, don't hit the